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Oct 2015
That heart tattoo
Baby it doesn’t exist yet
Right now it is a small collection of stars on my thighs
My own galaxy
where I can play god
Its slowly expanding and soon
I’ll make it a black hole
And I’ll keep adding to it
Till it consumes me
And I will be gone from time, and light
And you
Ellie Shelley
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Ellie Shelley  18/Androgynous/Nothing is real
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